Who are you calling a stable boy?!

He looks like a martial monk.

—If he didn't have four arms, Yusuf would indeed have made that judgment.

In the courtyard, monks are a relatively common and popular profession.

Multi-armed humanoid races are not uncommon.

However, the multi-armed humanoid race that became warrior monks was truly rare.

Because more than 70% of the multi-armed human races in the multiverse are born into chaos, their nature is incompatible with the order-abiding way of the monks.

If not a monk...

Barbarian? Warlock?

Or are they niche professions that are not even recorded in family books?

Yusuf focused intently, carefully examining his opponent who had already taken his position.

This is his first stop in the Sacred Arena, and also his first battle after achieving transcendence. It has extraordinary significance for him and his family.

Therefore, being cautious by nature, even though he was wearing a full set of extraordinary weapons and holding the holy sword passed down through generations of his family, he was still on high alert when facing an opponent who appeared to be unarmored!

As a magic swordsman, he decided to first use fast-moving ray-type spells to probe his opponent's strengths and weaknesses. Once he was confident enough, he would then use his honed swordsmanship to secure victory.

"Boom!"

The war bells rang.

—Yousef suddenly felt darkness before his eyes.

Only in my ear did I seem to hear a crisp sound.

"Ok?"

Zheng Jing picked up the stick and looked at the blood and flesh scattered all over the ground.

How come this person is gone before I even did anything?

Chapter 126: How can this be considered fried fish?

"Cough! Drink, drink—"

Anaiya, the Fallen Forest, was breathing heavily.

She lowered her body to steady herself and glanced down at her right arm.

Severe fractures and a dislocated shoulder have left her right arm resembling a dwarf's garlic sausage hanging by a fireplace, swaying gently with her breath, warm juices constantly oozing from the open wound.

Such injuries could not be healed with her half-baked healing magic.

The only thing Anaya can do now is to stop the bleeding as much as possible so that she doesn't lose her fighting ability too quickly due to blood loss.

Having been through countless battles, she indeed did just that.

But what happens after that?

How can we defeat this... monster?

"Not bad, you're the first player who's made me hit a third time so far."

Carrying a stick, Zheng Jing stood no more than twenty steps away from Anaya and nodded approvingly at the dark elf.

Since entering the Sacred Arena, this is Zheng Jing's fifth match.

Before this dark elf, apart from a two-headed ogre who was nearly five meters tall and wore a full suit of heavy armor, which Zheng Jing used to finish him off with a second blow, the other three were all decided with a single blow.

Therefore, he genuinely praised that sentence.

However, to Anaja, these words sounded more like a condescending mockery.

Gritting her teeth and suppressing her urge to charge forward, Anaya took a deep breath and regained her breathing rhythm amidst the spiral of pain and anxiety.

Since the other party was willing to waste time talking, she was naturally happy to seize this hard-won opportunity to regroup.

She began to quickly review every encounter between the two sides so far, trying to find a glimmer of hope for victory.

She was the first to strike after the bell rang.

At a distance of about fifty paces, she used a poisoned arrow fired from her crossbow to probe the way. Judging from the fact that the opponent shattered the arrow with a single blow without even lifting his eyelids, she realized that the opponent's staff skills were quite impressive.

But as a wandering swordswoman, she also had plenty of confidence in her swordsmanship.

Without hesitation, Anaja then chose close combat.

...The nightmare began from that moment.

The opponent's second blow was a fierce sweeping attack from left to right. Instead of taking it head-on, Anaja used her flexible waist to duck into the opponent's opening.

Before she could raise the sword in her hand, the tall figure so close to her suddenly shifted, creating several steps between them.

—The next moment, the stick suddenly stabbed right in front of Anaja!

In the nick of time, she twisted her body with all her might, raised the small round shield on her right arm, and tried her best to deflect and deflect the force.

Anaya succeeded.

However, the price was that the enchanted round shield that had been with her for over 180 years shattered on the spot.

Although her head wasn't smashed open on the spot, her entire right arm was completely ruined.

Anaya couldn't understand.

Based on her experience, she estimated that she would have been hit by less than 30% of the force of the blow.

...But this force of less than 30% was more than three times stronger than the giant log that the hill giant chieftain had desperately swung in Anaja's memory!

Staring at Zheng Jing, Anaja gripped her sword tightly with her left hand.

There's an old saying in the courtyard: "The multiverse is vast, and there are all kinds of players."

Anaya, who has been a player for over three hundred years and is often jokingly referred to by her old friends as the gatekeeper of the top 100 in the arena, has seen many players and made many friends. Among the friends she made through the arena, one has now become a legend.

—But she had never seen anyone like Zheng Jing before.

However, what made Anaja hesitant was not Zheng Jingna's race and profession, which she found difficult to determine.

Rather, it was her own intuition when she was facing Zheng Jing.

She felt as if she were facing someone...

legend?

Have you come up with a plan?

Holding the golden cudgel upside down, Zheng Jing grinned and beckoned to Anayah.

"Don't worry, it's just a friendly spar. I, Old Zheng, will go easy on you."

"..."

Holding her breath, Anaya suppressed the absurd thoughts that were now only disturbing her mind, and used her left shoulder to fluff out her cloak and cover her prostrate body.

Inside the circular arena, the dark elf's figure suddenly vanished.

In a direct martial arts duel, she knew she was no match.

Acknowledging and facing one's own weaknesses compared to one's opponents is an essential step for any wandering knight.

Because a versatile individual like a wandering knight should learn how to use their strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses!

-

"Well......"

Zheng Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, stretched.

He went on to play ten matches in a row.

After the first five matches, the panel indicated that he had completed his initial ranking in the Sacred Arena and become a Gold-level Fighter.

Most fighters in the Sacred Arena are divided into three levels: Gold, Silver, and Bronze, based on the number of wins they have.

Above the Gold-level fighters are the top 100 fighters in the arena.

Unlike the Gold, Silver, and Bronze Ages, where opponents were matched in the arena, the battles between the top 100 fighters were all nameless challenge matches.

For example, the 100th person can only challenge the 99th person first. Only after defeating the 99th person and becoming the 99th person can they then challenge the 98th person...

And so on.

In addition, if a Gold-level fighter wants to challenge the current 100th fighter, they need to use Arena Points to exchange for a challenge qualification in the House of Honor.

Before leaving the arena, Zheng Jing made a point of visiting the House of Honor.

He wasn't particularly interested in the rewards that players at the Gold rank or below could redeem, and he would only be able to see the rewards that the top 100 players could redeem after he entered the top 100.

After checking how many points were needed to redeem a challenge qualification, Zheng Jing estimated that if he played ten games a day and won every game, he should be able to redeem a challenge qualification within three months.

To be honest, he's more interested in the top 100 players now than in the rewards they can redeem.

In today's ten matches, after Zheng Jing set the rule that he would not use the Body-Stabilizing Technique and could not actively activate the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, starting from the fifth match, the next six players who took the stage fought with all their might and were able to fight him for several rounds before being defeated.

It's clear that there must be some experts among the top 100 players!

Satisfied, Zheng Jing patted his thigh, took out his phone, and checked the time.

"hiss--"

He gasped.

Ten battles, and he didn't rest in between, yet it took him almost five hours in the blink of an eye.

It evokes a sense of suspense reminiscent of the days in college when four people in a dorm would fight until dawn.

Fortunately, Zheng Jing is much more resilient now than he was back then. He can play games until the next morning, still manage to sign in, run a 1000-meter physical fitness test, get a perfect score, and even bring breakfast for his roommates.

Even if he doesn't sleep for seven days and seven nights, he can still keep his eyes wide open like copper bells and shoot out lightning-like intelligence!

So, Zheng Jing, now full of energy, clicked on the [Basic Surface Source Product Exchange] option in the panel.

The money I've accumulated in my courtyard has finally come in handy!

Chapter 127: Old Lan, it's me, Old Zheng, here!

After ten matches, Zheng Jing had figured out how to use the courtyard coins in his pocket.

He decided to draw sixty coins first, and then save the remaining courtyard coins for when he saw Old Lan again, hoping they might come in handy.

—Yes, Zheng Jing has decided to make a trip to the Soul Society.

Old Lan is someone who is prone to extremes when he's clear-headed.

Although he had left him a letter beforehand, Zheng Jing was still somewhat worried.

One of the reasons he didn't rush back immediately after leveling up five times was that he wasn't sure in what form his physical body would reach Old Blue in Soul Society.

Zheng Jing has now solved this problem.

The answer is, "Name not recorded".

When he first acquired this extraordinary trait, he hadn't thought about it in this way, but after witnessing the Heroic Spirits' ability to materialize during the Holy Grail War—

Suddenly, Zheng Jing had an idea!

—And the result of his attempt was that he succeeded.

Although this might make him seem very...unique in the eyes of some beings in the Three Realms.

But in the end, it was a success.

With no obstacles in place, Zheng Jing naturally prepared to set off.

[You have obtained the following items from this 10-pull: Little Demon Blood (Green) x3, Millennium Monkey Wine (Blue) x2, Iron Bone Ginseng (Green) x3, White Jade Lotus Root (Green) x2.]

Scratching his cheek, Zheng Jing stretched out his two palms and weighed the two jars of Millennium Monkey Wine in his hands.

This is his fifth 10-pull.

After fifty attempts, most of the items were of green quality, such as Iron Bone Ginseng, which sounds like a medicinal herb, and White Jade Lotus Root, which looks like a food ingredient. There was also an iron plaque with engraved words, which could be worn to deter weak spirits and evil creatures.

As for the blue-quality items, after five rounds of ten-pulls, including the two jars he currently has, he has obtained a total of six jars of Millennium Monkey Wine.

It seems his luck with getting good drops ran out the first time he got a three-headed, six-armed character in ten consecutive drops.

Zheng Jing shook his head and stuffed the two jars of millennium monkey wine back into his backpack.

On the bright side, all these miscellaneous medicinal herbs, stones, and even that iron plaque can be thrown into the stove as firewood later...